NEW KID ON THE BLOCK

INTRODUCING CHARLIE TWO

ARE YOU SURE HE'S OK HAZEL?

BETTER JUST HAVE A SNIFF

MIGHT BE OK I SUPPOSE

NOSE TO NOSE NO PROBLEM

BETTER JUST CLEAN HIS EARS!


Santa sent us this cute little chap, he barks, walks and does a cute little play bow!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

CHRISTMAS POEM

Sniff over to here for a seasonal treat from Hazel's Mum.

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I think the biggest lunch was for 23!

BUG SHOT

I posted this bug shot to show Simba the interesting bugs you get in France. I am hoping to go next year if the humans get my jabs done (ouch) and work out how to subdue my enthusiam in the car!

This chap was around 8" long, I'm not sure what type of lizard he is but he would probably be fun to chase!

Lots of walks, yummy food and sunshine - I can't wait (Hazel says she can't wait either as she's fed up with winter, rain and sore throats).

SO SO BORING!

Wow what a boring day, Hazel refused to get out of bed. Every time I barked a bit of encouragement she just groaned and said no Charlie my throats sore and then she coughed loudly and wouldn't move. None of my poodley tricks helped she stayed put all day. At least it's Saturday tomorrow so Laurie will be around to keep me entertained. I don't think the humans realise just how much entertainment a poodle requires each day.

Usually I go to the office with them but today I was told to stay home and look after Hazel, well I did my best but being leapt on by a woolly bully didn't seem to go down very well. What's a dog to do - humans are so complicated........

Hopefully normal service on the blog will resume when Hazel is better.

MEET THE PREDECESSORS

I have been asked why my humans could only be rescued by a poodle, well the answer is simple, they've got FORM! So I got them to hunt through all their photographs so I could show you guys their poodle history.

FIRST LAURIE



LAURIE AND BIM

Bim was a large miniature (if that makes sense). He used to take Laurie for a walk in the park and would quite often deliberately lose him (which is no way to treat number one son)!

WINIFRED AND THE BROTHERS

Laurie's mother and the laundry basket babes.

The brothers Sam and Ben all grown up.

SECOND HAZEL

Hazel sat on Nanny's lap with sisters Jane, Sheilagh and Carole with Debbie (a fiesty miniature poodle who lived with Nanny who was Hazel's Grandma).

Loved by the family, loathed by all delivery men!

LAURIE AND HAZEL

JAKE

Jake was inherited from Laurie's mother at the age of two, and what a legacy! He was a marvellous spirited friend who lived until the age of 16 (March 2005). They then had eighteen sad poodle less months before I rescued them in September 2006.

Finally I am starting a new game of tag - meet the ancestors and or predecessors. The only rules are that players may only tag one new dog blog at a time.

My first tag is the guys over at http://secretschnoodle.blogspot.com/

CHARLIE'S TALE

I wag and stretch, just like any other day,
But they turn away, they just don't know what to say,
In the car I look out at the country passing by,
It has to be done they say with unhappy sigh.
Out of the car in a strange place,
They dare not even look at my face,
Then it's into a cage and a signature given,
Out of the gate my people have driven.
I sit down and howl, oh why have they left me?
I don't understand, please come back and get me.
The day it drags on then into another,
Please come back I won't be a bother.
The weeks go by, one two three and four,
My pads they get sore as I claw and claw,
I hang my head because all hope is gone,
It's just no good and I can't go on.........
I lift my nose and heave a big sigh,
I spot a nice lady, she's just dropped by,
A poodle is the only dog it can be,
I bark right out loud, take me take me,
She looks down so kindly my heart it just leaps,
Oh take me home and love me for keeps,
All I want is a lap and a nice juicy bone,
I'll by your dog, please please take me home.
The ending is happy as I'm sure you all know,
My tail's always wagging as I love my folks so.


Charlie Boy (with the help of his typist Hazel)

SPOT THE POODLE PART 2

Hey look at me practicing my rock climbing, I might need a paw up as it's difficult to get a grip. Hard to believe but when I first came out of rescue I wouldn't even climb the stairs. Now I scoot up and down all day in the office - piece of cake!

WHY DO HUMANS GET ALL THE BEST GRUB?

I got in to trouble at work this week. I was just patrolling the office in my usual efficient manner when I smelt something fishy so of course I thought it might be contraband and I'd better investigate. Upon further investigation which involved unwrapping some rather tricky tin foil I discovered a tasty tuna fish sandwich. Well I was just about to test it when Di said "hey that's my lunch" and it was snatched away. Talk about possessive, I work on the basis that if it's on the floor it's fair game (anyway it seems not all humans agree with this policy).

This is the sort of grub they make for themselves, huh........

OR THIS........

T-MAN TAKES THE TITLE

I have decided to pass on the be the blog award to T-Man for his services to blogging and devotion to bringing fun to the lives of other dog bloggers. Keep up the good work T-Man.

http://preciouspoodle.blogspot.com/ Visit T-Man on this link.

Criket says that Johann says: this award is presented to a successful blogger, one who can “be the blog” - making it their own, staying with it, interacting with the readers, and just plain having fun.

SPOT THE POODLE COMPETITION

Some dogs will do anything for a lap!

I HAD A DREAM

I had a dream, worldwide recognition for my blog, then wow I woke up and danced for joy - dreams really do come true - Crikit, Sparky and Ginger gave me a blog award - how cool is that?

Reach for the sky dog bloggers, I will be having a 'thunk' about who to pass on the honour to.

WICKED OR WHAT!!!

Well, Criket says that Johann says: this award is presented to a successful blogger, one who can “be the blog” - making it their own, staying with it, interacting with the readers, and just plain having fun.

SPOCK WITH GRANDAD

When Grandma and Grandad bought their new sofa they said no doggies allowed, can you guess how long it lasted!!!

The handsome chap (don't tell him I said so) in the picture is Spock he usually lives with my human's sister and he seems to be making himself right at home ( I hope Grandma hasn't given him all the chicken)........Grrrrrr

Hi Guys

This is me practicing my devil dog routine. Although I'm normally a fluffy cuddly type of chap I can do scary when required (especially when someone who shall remain nameless has wound me up by dumping me in the bath). A flashing eye a wolfish grin , I scare the living daylights out of myself.

SPARKY BARKY SPECIAL CAT ASSISTANCE

Instruction for Sparky to get his burger back from Fatso cat.

1. Print the above as large as possible, then cut round cat - extra neat.
2. Paste on a convenient patio door (picture facing in)!
3. Place fat cat's food bowl by the picture.
4. Hide close by and make mewling noises to get fat cat's attention.
5. Fat cat will leap up race over and knock himself out attacking the pretend cat, THUS ALLOWING YOU TO RETRIEVE YOUR BURGER.

Hope this works, let me know how you get on.

http://sparkybarky.blogspot.com/ to read about Sparky's fat cat problem visit his blog.

Don't take a poodle's name in vain

This is my new group on face book, dedicated to stopping poodle name abuse.

I vote for Tony (bad hair) Blair, when did you ever hear of a poodle waging war on another country?
Never, I might occasionally wage war on a postman, squirrel, cat, bird or any other critter entering my territory, but country no way. The point being 'entering on my territory'. So lay off the comparisons.
Who is your nomination for the naffest person ever compared to a poodle?

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This is me having my first session of hypnosis. She who must be obeyed claims it will stop me getting over excited in the car. She nearly had heart failure the other morning when we stopped in the car park and she got out and went to get me out and found I'd disappeared. Well I thought maybe I can get out on the front passenger side instead of out the back, so I wriggled under the front seat and the next thing she saw was my head sticking out under the seat (she thought she would have to dismantle the car to get me out). She needn't have worried the body quickly followed the head.

Anyway to cut a long story short I have now been renamed 'Charlie the terrorist hoodini poodle'. I think this sounds rather distinguished and may have some fancy headed paper made up.

N.B. the spaces under the seats have now been blocked up with rolled up blankets to prevent further tricks.

FLYNN - A FINE FRIEND

Charlie is very sad to announce the death of his big friend Flynn. He is pictured in the post 'Barbeque suprise'. He was a gentle giant and his human friends David and Jane, and his doggy friend Flo are very sad.

Flynn was 15 years old which is an amazing age for a big dog of varied heritage and he was kind and friendly to humans and dogs alike.

Love and licks to all his friends who miss him loads.

Charlie

NAUGHTY CHARLIE AT GRANDMA'S HOUSE

Please note no teddy's were injured in the making of this post.

BARBEQUE SUPRISE

We're going to a barbecue they said, that's good I thought - plenty of grub slipped under the table to a small, appealing, hungry poodle. What a shock - when I got there the biggest dog I've ever met (more of a pony really) was already on station. In fact I suspect he had been there some time considering how big he was. It made me a bit nervous to start with I can tell you. However after a while I realised that he was pretty laid back and not really interested in snacking on me.

I had a great time, a bit of steak here a bit of sausage there - the humans got a bit out of hand, a lot of singing, giggling and passing round of silly hats, no harm in it really if it keeps them happy.

INTERLOPERS @GRANDMA'S

Being a friendly sort of fellow I like to stay with the folks sometimes, you know spread the fluff about a bit and blag a bit of chicken. On my latest stop off I spotted this picture of a couple of interlopers called Spock and Kitty (someone must have blabbed about the chicken). What really confused me is why a pretty cute white dog would be called Kitty? Maybe her humans meant to get a cat and only realised when she got big that they had made a rather long legged mistake? Who knows humans are pretty strange at the best of times.

TRAINING THE HUMANS

I'm worn out, I've been spending a lot of time trying to train the humans and sometimes they are just impossibly dim. Now even pups know that bells mean 'space invaders' and that requires barking and general alarm signals all round. My humans however ignore all bells except the rather annoying one on the cooker, which gets them jumping around/falling over me/cursing-steam-general panic and mayhem. Weird or what!

In other areas things are progressing nicely, they now respond well to my single loud bark which means please give me a drink/biscuit/get my ball down from the window sill. I also have regular lap space in the evenings but I'm still not able to train them to let me sleep on the bed. Although I do have my own folded up duvet on the floor which is pretty comfy and at least nobody squashes me when they roll over.

So my message to all dogs out there waiting to be rescued is don't give up hope and when you do get new humans train them carefully and whatever you do don't bite them however dim witted they are. With a little patience they will give you years of love and good grub.

If you have any questions on training leave me a comment and I will try to help.

Dance practice

Best foot forward, one two three, one two three. Tricky this dancing, counting one two three when you've got four legs to move!

America's got talent

Been watching America's got talent and I thought wow I could do that, so I went out into the garden for my first practice today. I have to say it didn't seem to go down very well with the humans. I suppose I shouldn't really be suprised it's hard to educate them in the finer things of doggy life. Anyway I will keep practising my best Poochini arias in the hope of making the Big Apple for the next series!

Wooooooooooof.....................